We meet a zillion times.
I do not know why I wait for you.
I do not know why I restlessly turn around every time a door opens.
Even if it be you I would still wear my mask, rein emotions,
make my polite nod and yet…yet I wait every zillionth time as
if we promised to see each other.
The times you ignored me…I felt the hurting within as if you and I were great friends.
I guess somewhere along the way the woman in me woke up through you.
Else why do I wait? Like a woman.
Why do I seek comfort? Like a woman.
A zillion times.
I hear the door swing, the restless turn, the emptiness of
another face, the disappointment of a promise never made, a
meaningless bond that didn’t exist for you as it did within me.
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